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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	bad_a	good_a	sin_n	1,576	5	5.0139	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A42536	The religion of a physician, or, Divine meditations upon the grand and lesser festivals, commanded to be observed in the Church of England by act of Parliament by Edmund Gayton ...	Gayton, Edmund, 1608-1666.	1663 (1663)	Wing G416; ESTC R7653	47,970	120

the joyfull matter you may guess Glory to God good will to men t' Earth peace When such a Song shall ever more be heard Or when such Choristers 't is to be fear'd The Saints are black and of another tone Hatred to men War and Destruction Upon the Sons o' th' Earth and yet they cry All 's done to the glory of God on High Away then Sheepherds to the humble place And kiss his feet view your sweet Saviours face What Glory shines about the Babe the Hay And Straw all on a fire make no such day The Beasts affrighted with such flames here gaze And run about the Infant as it blaze What need we care where us our Mothers lay A Manger is Gods Incunabula Mary incircled with a glorious Light Is in a cloud her self her thoughts in night Deliver'd of a Son but not of Doubt Her heart was joy'd but yet was pierc'd throughout Certain 't is hers uncertain how 't is hers Shee does believe 'fore Reason Faith preferrs The births of all men do depend upon Their Mothers here the Mother trusts the Son Whose Incarnation to himself was known And Mary Mothers it Father there 's none Upon S. Stephen the Proto-martyr HOw shall I write thy Legend who am all Extremely bad as bad as either Saul What though I threw no stones as Saul I had A hand in thy Lords Lords death and that 's as bad The Sins preceding present and to come Are all upon account the cursed summe And hand-writing against us which stood good Untill Christ had expung'd it with his Blood The Jewes cry'd Crucifie their voice prevailes But every Sin of mine was Goad and Nailes Mount Calvary the Stage the World the Cause And He condemn'd for our not keeping Lawes And every one that does profess that name Hath for his Badge Death Poverty and Shame While devout Stephen preaches him and spake A Poniard-Sermon made the heart to ake Like the smart penn'd Philippicks word and blow Th' eternal Life and Death of Cicero What is contriv'd his fate a Sermon friend Of truth doth th' utterer to th' Scaffold send But what should anger them Stephen you know Was no Apostle that 's no Bishop no He was a fervent Deacon had he been O' th' higher Form he 'd been the Man of Sin No Order scapes their malice no Degree Exempts the Clergie from their Tyranny If he speak truth and boldly reprehend Bishop or Deacon it shall be his end 'T is not thy Miracles or Wisdome Saint Though it convince them shall obtain a Grant They are o'recome convicted Guilt proves Rage Not onely then but now in this our Age. Look what a crew and crowd of Enemies Are rais'd against apparent Verities Which Libertines convene they will dispute And Sense and Wonders shan't a man confute Just like the enemies to David's Throne A line of wicked Combination Edom and Ishm'el Moab Hagarens Gebal and Ammon Tyre and Philistines Conspire 'gainst Iudah all so here a Nest Of Sectaries oppose the Truth profest And all in vain then to the old Designe Make a Malignant of the best Divine Blasphemer Innovator one that doth Act against God in words and the State both This will prevaile if that the people cry Iustice aloud good Stephen thou must die Thus do false cryers up o' th' Temple kill The truest Props and Churches Pillars still Upon S. John Evangelist and Apostle BElov'd Disciple pillow'd on the breast Of Christ which was a favour 'bove the rest From whence thou suck'dst sublime Divinity And soarst aloft with Eagles piercing eye Into the Mysteries of Faith To thee We owe the profound arguments whereby The Ebionites and Arrian Hereticks Socinians and their late invented tricks Are all confounded and whosoe're do fight Against Christs Incarnation or his Right In the Blest Trinity th' c Eternal Word As in a scabbard is inclos'd a sword Couch'd in the Flesh shewn thorow that shadowing veyle And 'bove the Hood the Glory did prevail It was not possible to shrowd him so But by his works his Father he must know He prov'd his Father by his wondrous Deeds Than those his Acts there need no other Creeds Believe me for my Works they 'r his own words These speak me God these speak me onely Lord. To make men eyes and legs were blind and lame It is as to create the very same To raise the dead to life redeem restore To raise himself from death what would you more More if he would have done his own self saith Could not if what he did would not gain Faith The reason of this Unbelief 't is this Men hated Light for its discoveries Mischiefs in Lanthorns lodge in Mists and clouds And flie whatsoe're their dark designs inshrowds Deluding Oracles are dumb when Truth Doth speak the Divel himself hath ne'r a mouth When that the Word Essential is in place Darkness and Light can't joyn Malice and Grace Forc'd and extort confessions may come From Devils themselves who would like men be dumb But when th' Effective Word exerts its pow'rs Both Devils and Men must then be Confessors But in his Umbrage of Divinity These combin'd parties dare affront him high Call him a VVine-bibber companion With Publicans and Sinners any one Harlots Samaritans he made no choice Rather with Poor then Pharisees rejoyce Christ was no Seperatist onely from Sin He liv'd up Love and preach'd Communion in So did his lov'd Apostle whose works show The Fountain whence those streames of love did flow How sweet his Trias of Epistles run And to his last he sang as he begun Love one another when his aged eyes By guides came to his Pulpit-offices Love one another his last text so prove Your selves to be of God to be in love So ended this Saints life for he alone Escap'd the Cross the Fire the Sword the Stone Of all the Twelve yet was the Caldron heat And the amanded Fires did streight retreat And could not hurt his Sacred Person for Long life was promis'd by his Saviour Not a No Death as was mistook so he In Patmos was an Exile then did die VVhere lies the Body of this Sacred Man Banish't to th' Isle by proud Domitian Upon the death of the Innocents LOe here a company of sucking Saints Suffring before the knowledge of their wants Their Saviours Proxies Vicar-Sacrifice Whilst He by Angels guide to Aegypt flies Aegypt the succour now of Israel Which did to its own cost them once expell Away false gods and Garden Deities No Superstition neer this cradle lies The Land is Goshen all and Light by thee And cursed Cham a greater Child doth see Then Moses or that fam'd Interpreter Made the chief Ruler from a prisonar Not so in Israel where the cruel King Slayes without mercy every sucking thing Nor spares his own young Infants but lets Rage Arm it self keen 'gainst that Innocent Age As if the Land were

Sacrllege to choak That dare not rob nor God nor man but give God what is Gods and wish the King long live That will not fast mans blood away nor eat A Widowes House nor God's for pure Manchet That to their minds perpetually call Saphira's and her Ananias fall Think upon that and Dathan and Abiram And wave the Masters of blew Adoniram That think of Sampson and that tragick house Which ruin'd all that there kept rendezvous Suspecting every houre the like mishaps May fall on them or else high thunder-claps Move not the Father 't is the Lord of Hosts Come kiss the Son grieve not the Holy Ghost Thus if we do we keep a Jubilee In honour of the Blessed Trinity Upon S. Andrews Day BRother of Peter in thy double trade A Fisher first then Fisher of men made How virtuall was thy call how high thy rise What nets will serve to make a soul a prize Long time and hearing now is requisite 'T is not a cast and draw one fishing-night And so to market baits and many hooks The Pulpit anglers use that 's many books Thy Master was a walking Library Himself Apollo All Divinity That Mount-spoke Sermon full of Doctrines choice Not read from charge but utter'd by that voice Had weight and destiny was the best Lecture The Holy Spirit was thy notes Collector So Fishermen instructed so made fit Needed nor rational nor other Writ For a direction safe when he that sent Impower'd and made thorow sufficient He was the onely Tryer tryes the reines And heart whose feat craz'd covetous man profanes VVith simple and ridiculous Quaere's such VVhich are but snares and a time-serving couch Thus they run Crab-like counter backward all To th' Erudition Apostolicall VVhich made them Orators and men of parts But these renounce as profanation Arts As if the practice must be retrogade And Andrew forc'd to turn to his first trade From whence he once was call'd to catch by th' net And Paul must leave the learn'd Gamaliel's feet And mount a Tent and work Divinity Not through his own but through his needles eye The Cast was from the Nets I take it these Are both for Barkin Church and Barkin Seas There is no need the Spirit should divert From men well qualified and of desert Into a Coblers stall since Learning is The Gift of God an influence of His. Fooles are uncapable of Earthly Rights And under Guardian for their want of wits How comes it that the best Inheritance Is manag'd that o' th' soul by Ignorance As if the blind should lead men in the way And Seers into Ditches or astray Unlike Saint Andrew in this Call let 's see VVhether his followers in ought else you be Upon the Call streight Andrew left his nets The world and profits are a bar and lets In Christian progresse Tell me covetous Priest Do'st thou alike who seizest all with Christ And more then is thine own another's bread You follow true as those sometimes were fed By gainfull Miracles 't is the good Loaves And Fish that makes so many preaching Droves Or can you follow in Saint Andrew's way And preach the VVord in barren Scythia VVhere were no Livings nor fat Benefice The lures and baits of your known Avarice New England left America forsook There 's better fishing in Old England's Brook This fetch'd home Peters Hugh did understand The Call of Bishops Dean and Chapters Land Or can you in Achaia with our Saint Endure the Prison whips and extreme want And for converting a Proconsuls wife Not as your Hugh did render up your life On a slope Cross the studied cruelty Of fierce Egaeas pain to magnify VVhen any Priest badg'd by Saint Andrew's Crosse Shall be of life or state at either losse This on his Tomb an Epitaph be set The Fish not caught he threw away the Net Upon Saint Thomas Day THomas Apostle of a Dissident Peter after Apostacy is sent Distrust is a high crime Denial worse Yet worst of all did He who had the purse Despaire doth barricado Heavens gate Such to themselves are their own early fate Few are reduc'd who for the love of Gold To part with a good conscience make bold To entertain another God no less Then so is that grand sin of Covetousness Is to shake hands with Christ Mammon and He Cannot go sharers in a Soveraignty Apostacy from fear as Peter's was Distrust upon a resonable cause As was Saint Thomas his may mercy finde Which is bloc'd up in an impenitent minde For to despaire and think our sins above Him that is infinite in Grace and Love Shuts out our generall pardon and lost hopes End in Self-murders Poysons or in Ropes Thomas through humane frailty did diffide The stoutest Souldier in the battel try'd Is fearfull 'fore engagement but at sound O' th' Trump his spirits rise fear falls to th' ground Great promisers do soon and oft' nest fail When fear and trembling may the Fort assail Salvation is so wrought for no man knowes Whether his feet may fail him as he goes Commanders that are sure of victories For fear o' th' worst do not neglect supplies Reserves in Christian warfare is good art And to secure the Reer a souldiers part Great heed take thou that standest for a fall May fatall prove when fear will catch at all Fear hath a fastness still some certain hold Which those refuse that have been over-bold To rest unsatisfy'd is no such taunt As to deny after a glorious vaunt Come see then Thomas see the print o' th' Nailes See his pierc'd side this evidence prevailes The evidence of things seen will once suffice More happy they believe above their eyes Let us no Obloquies upon him cast In Christ's acception all the errour 's past No more look on him in his failings there He will but like thy self a man appeare Nor are Saints weaknesses examples set For men to follow and destruction get By precedent but cautions they are Church-marks and buoyes of which we must beware See our Apostle how in India Another piece of valour he doth play See him converting Parthians and Medes Brachmans Hircanians opposing seeds Of curs'd Idolatry in Persian Land Where the Suns Idol at his sole command Fell to the ground in cinders while the Sun Regardless of the business Westward run Come see him for this fact bound as those Three Who did defie the like Idolatry And thrown into a Fiery Fornace but The noble Sun those Kitchin-flames out put With its exceeding beams and rescued this Saint though t'himself design'd a sacrifice What Stars and Elements refuse to do Men dare attempt for an accursed crew Of Infidels with Speares and Cymitars run Upon the Saint once rescu'd by the Sun So dy'd our fam'd Apostle Calvin hence Began his Legend not from 's Diffidence Upon Saint Matthias Day TRain'd up with the Apostles from Saint Iohn The Baptist's Doctrines thou at length art one One of an hundred one